Author: Lord Byron

Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel’s disdain, Why thus in despair do you fret? For months you may try, yet, […]

Adieu, adieu! my native shore Fades o’ver the waters blue; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild […]

‘Twas after dread Pultowa’s day, When fortune left the royal Swede – Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to […]

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, […]

THERE be none of Beauty’s daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet […]

I would to heaven that I were so much clay, As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling – Because […]

Titan! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods […]

Remind me not, remind me not, Of those beloved, those vanish’d hours, When all my soul was given to thee; […]

O! had my Fate been join’d with thine, As once this pledge appear’d a token, These follies had not, then, […]

A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common […]

Who killed John Keats? ‘I,’ says the Quarterly, So savage and Tartarly; ”Twas one of my feats.’ Who shot the […]

I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men’s have […]

There is a mystic thread of life So dearly wreath’d with mine alone, That Destiny’s relentless knife At once must […]

Rousseau Voltaire our Gibbon De Staлl Leman! these names are worthy of thy shore, Thy shore of names like these! […]

Remember him, whom Passion’s power Severely – deeply – vainly proved: Remember thou that dangerous hour, When neither fell, though […]

Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus’ mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of […]

And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft, and charms so […]

My soul is dark – Oh! quickly string The harp I yet can brook to hear; And let thy gentle […]

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Oh! snatched away in beauty’s bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear […]